Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.